Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66267 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Only thing more priceless?
When he and my mom would do a drunken karaoke duet together on New Years Eve.
I remember being so fucking embarrassed by that shit back in the day, but now?
Now, it’s the one thing I wish I could relive every year on the sacred day.
Even with the woman who betrayed him by erasing him from his existence like a canvas she couldn’t stand looking at any longer.
“I may have something where you are now,” Edie slowly entices, “you know, if you’re content sticking around.”
Oddly enough I am.
At least for a bit longer.
There’s more of June I wanna explore.
And let her explore.
Of me.
Of us.
Of this city.
Her.
Staying put permanently isn’t the message coming from Fate; however, sticking around to convince my girlfriend – a word I’ve rarely used – to run away with me might be why I’m reluctant to leave.
Thoughts of June immediately causes the corners of my lips to curl upward. “I’m listening.”
“There’s an unground art rave coming up.”
“We talkin’ mud and clay or glitter and graffiti?”
“Those are the types of details I don’t deliver for free, Tuck.” Edie lets loose a small chortle. “You may be able to live wild and carefree off your savings, but the rest of us have to make a fucking living.”
There’s no reluctance to me rolling my eyes.
He’s so full of shit.
Like any other drug dealer with potent products, he makes more than a comfortable living. And he’s kept in more than comfortable clothing as well as accommodations. For Hades sake, he just landed back in the states three days ago after sailing on a yacht around the Caribbean as a fuck boy for pair a of bratty siblings who don’t mind sharing for two weeks.
“Gotta pay to play,” he tempts once more.
All of a sudden, June’s beautiful, naked figure sashays into view, revealing to me the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen with my own eyes. Deep bruises are littered across the canvas known as her skin, displaying exactly where my hands and my mouth and my force may have gotten away from me. Seeing the damage should fill my stomach with dread. Encourage me to apologize and promise to be more careful in the future yet the vision fills me with inspiration.
To paint it.
Her.
To create more marks like a signature I actually want the world to see.
“Charge me,” I absentmindedly mumble, hunger to have her again erupting without a large build up. “Gotta go.” Ending the call is followed by curling a finger inward. “Come here, June Bug.”
She girlishly giggles while closing the gap. “Haven’t had enough of me yet?”
“Not happening.” Pulling her into my lap occurs with a crooked grin. “Not in this fucking lifetime, baby.” Redness hits her cheeks, and I can’t stop myself from brushing my thumb across it. “I swear you get more beautiful every morning.”
“Did you get any sleep?”
“I did.”
“Was it restful?”
“It was.” The ease of which I can provide that answer astounds me. “Didn’t even need medication for it.”
“That’s a good thing, right?!”
“That’s a great fucking thing.” My hands plant themselves on her hips prior to me leaning forward. “Second best thing I’ve got going for me.”
Her second round of snickers is cut short courtesy of my mouth capturing hers. Our tongues do what they do best whenever they’re in a shared vicinity and fall into a pattern of savage pushes where one is commanding submission while the other whirls around in surrender like it’s a white flag waving. Feeling June’s knees knock into my hips effortlessly transports me back to the first time I tasted her, stirring my shaft to full attention. My hands glide around to cup her ass, the plan being to do a graceful lift and shift; however, the motion is interrupted almost instantly by her slippery lower lips sweeping themselves against my swollen cock.
Fuck…Me...
Thoth – ancient God of wisdom – make this shit make sense.
Why put a gorgeous, naked, soaking wet woman in my lap for the taking yet leave me without the tools to properly take her?
“Tuck,” June needily whimpers on another slippery grind against my dick.
“Baby, I…” Clamping my fingers down harder is done to prevent myself from giving into the not so thought-out temptation. “I didn’t bring a rubber out here.”
Her fingers begin a slow, tantalizing descent down the front of my chest. “Didn’t your test results come back clean?”
Watching her hands spread and tense calls to mine to mimic them. “They did.”
“And I’m the only one you’ve been with since.”
“Y-Y-You are,” I airily answer as her grip winds around my shaft, swelling it to the point of pain.
“You know I’m on the pill,” she seductively announces, cock slyly being slid into position. Tip being teased at her entrance. “And I want you right now,” my girlfriend devilishly purrs prior to effortlessly slipping me inside. “So, I’m gonna have you right now.”